C812 Hot Springs Hotel

Jin Zuo raised his other hand and glanced at his wrist watch. It was already very late.

"I can't explain it right now. Let's find a place to eat and talk."

Zheng Moyan looked at the hibernation warehouse in the corner of the office. He knew that life would not leak out like sand between his fingers, so he said happily:

"Let's go, I know there's a hot spring hotel nearby